Psalms 57
1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Miktam of David, when he fled from Saul into the cave. Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy, for in You my soul takes refuge. In the shadow of Your wings I will take shelter until the danger has passed.
Til Sangmesteren. Al-tasjhet. Af David. En Miktam, da han flygtede ind i Hulen for Saul.
2 I cry out to God Most High, to God who fulfills His purpose for me.
Vær mig naadig, Gud, vær mig naadig, thi hos dig har min Sjæl søgt Ly; i dine Vingers Skygge søger jeg Ly, til Ulykken er drevet over.
3 He reaches down from heaven and saves me; He rebukes those who trample me. (Selah) God sends forth His loving devotion and His truth.
Gud, den Højeste, paakalder jeg, den Gud, der gør vel imod mig;
4 My soul is among the lions; I lie down with ravenous beasts— with men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are sharp swords.
han sender mig Hjælp fra Himlen og frelser min Sjæl fra dem, som vil mig til Livs. Gud sender sin Naade og Trofasthed.
5 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; may Your glory cover all the earth.
Jeg maa ligge midt iblandt Løver, bo mellem Folk, der spyr Ild, hvis Tænder er Spyd og Pile, hvis Tunge er hvas som et Sværd.
6 They spread a net for my feet; my soul was despondent. They dug a pit before me, but they themselves have fallen into it!
Løft dig, o Gud, over Himlen, din Herlighed være over al Jorden!
7 My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I will sing and make music.
Et Net har de udspændt for mine Skridt, deres egen Fod skal hildes deri; en Grav har de gravet foran mig, selv skal de falde deri. (Sela)
8 Awake, my glory! Awake, O harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.
Mit Hjerte er trøstigt, Gud, mit Hjerte er trøstigt; jeg vil synge og lovprise dig,
9 I will praise You, O Lord, among the nations; I will sing Your praises among the peoples.
vaagn op, min Ære! Harpe og Citer vaagn op, jeg vil vække Morgenrøden.
10 For Your loving devotion reaches to the heavens, and Your faithfulness to the clouds.
Jeg vil takke dig, Herre, blandt Folkeslag, prise dig blandt Folkefærd;
11 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; may Your glory cover all the earth.
thi din Miskundhed naar til Himlen, din Sandhed til Skyerne. Løft dig, o Gud, over Himlen, din Herlighed være over al Jorden!
